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Taemin's POV

My sleep was pretty peaceful until I heard someones knocking. My eyes struggled to open as the sunlight penetrates into my eyes. I noticed I was still in the car. At the roadside.
I looked to my left and realised a police is knocking on my window, I quickly rolled down the window and greeted him.

"Annyonghaseyo," I was completely awake when the rush of wind blew against my face as I rolled down my window.

"Mister, you're not allowed to park here and according to the CCTV, you've parked here since yesterday night,"

"Neh, I'm sorry," I said and pressed the button that rolled up my window. I shifted the gear to drive and started driving off.

I've slept here for a night? Why didn't Yeeyeon call me? I dug out my phone from my back pocket.

"Aish, it's dead," I threw it on the passenger seat.

I looked at my watch and heaved a sigh of relief. I still had some time to shower and change before heading out to TM entertainment.

-
"Yah Lee Taemin," Yeeyeon's voice drilled into my ears right after I stepped into the house.

"Where were you? I couldn't reach you and I'm worried," she stared at me with her almond-shaped pair of eyes.

"Don't worry about me, I'm perfectly fine," I tried to walk past her but she apparently blocked my entire path.

"Go away," I said in monotone.

Yes, that's the way Taemin. Be cold to her and let her leave you without any guilt in her. You told Jonghyun that you wasn't going to stop him from taking her away. You did the correct thing because you're the extra one here. They are meant to be. Not you and Yeeyeon.

Ugh, my head is starting to hurt again.

"What are you talking about Lee Taemin? Asking me to go away?" She squinted her eyes on me.

"Yes, get the fucken damn out of my way!" I yelled and her brows were knitted together.

"What's gotten into you?" She yelled back, great we are going to quarrel soon.

"There's nothing fucking wrong with me here but you're the one fucking blocking my way!" I thundered.

"I'm the one fucking blocking you way? Go to hell Lee Taemin, I was just going to remind you that I'm your wife and please be aware of that and stop pushing me to Jonghyun."

I smirked, pushed her to Jonghyun?

"And how do you know I pushed you to Jonghyun?" I smirked even more.

"I-... I went to find him yesterday," she avoided my glare.

I burst into uproarious laughter.

"Yahh, you're asking me to act like your husband right? So here I'm gonna ask you," I walked towards her and pinned her against the wall.

"Why are you meeting your ex behind my back?" I whispered and stared into her eyes with no expression.

She kept quiet and we stayed in that position for a while before I released my grip.

"Stop making a mountain out of a molehill and burst into fits of exasperation for the slightest reason. Don't forget, we were married for the kids, not for love," I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked up the stairs into the room.

-
I stood in the bathroom facing the mirror.

Lee Taemin, what a pathetic guy you are.

I stared at myself in the mirror, running my fingers along the scars that were on both my shoulders where suddenly I felt like vomiting.

I vomited into the basin and realised that only water came out, I washed my mouth and faced the mirror again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you now? Feeling headache and vomiting these days, are you gay?" I hissed at myself in the mirror.

-
"Taemin," Yeeyeon stood in front of me the moment I opened the door.

"Wha-"

She came up to me and hugged my bare chest.

The scent of Yeeyeon infused into my nose as I looked up at the clock, oh shit I'm going to be late for meeting.

"Yeeyeon, I'm sorry I've to go, let's talk again at night okay?" I pecked a light kiss on her forehead before grabbing for my car keys and run down the stairs.

Yeeyeon's POV

I sighed as I tapped my pencil onto the drawing paper. Ughh I have no inspiration to do this fucking drawings.

Putting my head on the table, I started to think of the time Taemin and I spent together.

~Flashback~

"Yah Im Yeeyeon, are you drawing some naked characters?" Taemin took one of my drawings from the table and waved it in front of me.

"Yahh who the hell said you can touch them!" I snatched it back and it actually tore into half.

"YAHH!" I yelled and stared at the paper. He laughed rolling on the bed.

"Who.. Who ask you to snatch it away.." He said breathlessly, still laughing.

"I don't care, you are going to burn midnight oil with me tonight to complete this, I'm supposed to mail it out tomorrow morning!!" I hissed and rolled my eyes, earning myself more of his laughter.

UGH!!

~End of Flashback~

I smiled at the memories and suddenly sleepiness took... over.. me...

-
"Yeeyeon," I've no idea how long I slept but I woke up to the voice of Taemin's.

"Ughh you're back.. Where's the kids?" I softly groaned and stood up to stretch. I actually fell asleep on this damn desk.

"In the room, I drove them back from the school just now," he said and leaned against the desk.

"Yeeyeon,"

"Hmm?" I answered looking at him but instead, he pulled me into a hug.

"Why Taemin?" I asked with a hint of worried in my voice.

"Let's divorce," he said it candidly.

~Flashback~

After a moment of quiet, Taemin broke the silence.

"Yeeyeon, marry me,"

My eyes widen.

~End of Flashback~

I pushed him away and looked him in the eye, I could see the determination accompanied by hurt.

"What the fuck are you talking?"

"Let's get a divorce," he leaned back against the desk.

"You know, since Jonghyun is back so let's get a divorce, ask the kids to call him appa. Most of all, return me my freedom." he smirked.

"Yahh Lee Taemin, are you fucking listening to yourself?" I hissed.

He shot me a glare and looked away from me,

"I'm serious," he said and got a paper out from his bag.

"This is the divorce agreement form. Sign it and we are over,"

An arch flooded my throat and spilled out into tears that ran down my cheeks, I gave him a death stare.

"Why are you looking at me like this? In the first place we were married cause of the kids right, it's not love. Why are you so surprised that we are gonna divorced?" He left the desk and walked towards me with a filthy smirk on his face.

"Or... You've fallen in love with me?" He whispered against my ear and slipped one of his hand around my waist which I slapped it off with my right hand followed by slapping his face with my left hand.

"I was wrong. I thought you were a good guy. You are the one who talked about marriage six years ago. Now, you are still the one who talked about divorce. You don't fucking care about my feelings,"

I stomped out of the room.